We Are Who WeChoose To Be
If there be any one of us who
truly understands and knows his
deepest and true nature,
blessed is he among men, and
women. As soon as we are pulled
into this world, literally, and slapped at birth, we start
carving an identity for ourselves.
The softies cry at birth after
the slap, the hard-cores smile.
That is when we start making
milkshakes from the milk that life has to offer. As babies, at
birth, we kick and struggle to
get out of the same place we
so much will struggle to get
back in, at least in part. While
some of us are “lucky” to go back, some never do. Others
claim they like the “reverse” of nature better. The genteel and
cultured christen such with mild
sobriquets: lesbian and gay. The
truthful and judgemental of us
call them homosexuals. Asked if a
gay couple can procreate, Harvey Milk says, “We can’ t. But who knows? We keep
trying”. We are who we choose to be. Kwani jana kuliendaje? We do
not indulge in drinking for the
pleasure of it, as much as for
the approval and fitting in.
Whatever that means. Square
pegs and round holes. That is what we make of our lives when
we try to “fit in”. How many of us started drinking, and raving
and smoking and doing drugs for
the purpose of achievement? If
there is, then he must be dead
and gone. All of us, who do such,
do it for we were told it’ s “cool”. Take smoking for example, what hedonic elf lies to
our innermost souls that it is
cool? Don’ t smoke. There are cooler ways to die. But again,
the greatest of all gifts
bestowed upon man is choice.
Either the ability to discern and
be wise, or otherwise. We are
who we choose to be. Pride and prejudice. We interact
only with those of our ilk and
cadre. Those who know what
LCDs are and how plasmas
function. Those who know the
tech behind the liquid crystal and the cathode ray tube.
Those loud talkers and little of
thinkers. Those who tell us what
we want to hear and not what
is true. But again, the truth
always outs. Whether they have the candour to tell it like it is,
or are cowards who’ d rather beat around the bush than go
for the bush itself. Magellan, the
Portuguese sailor, went round
the world. While he did not
complete his circumnavigation, he
created a “truth” that most of us would rather circumvent for
the bliss of instant gratification.
The truth is, that the world is
round, and what goes around
comes around. We never know
when those who think LCDs are some sort of food or cathodes
have something to do with
Catholics will be lifted up and
become the next pope. Never
should we despise others. But
even if we do, it is our choice. We are who we choose to be. Holier than thou. Of Christianity,
salvation and ostentation. Noses
in the air. Weaves and wigs in
place of hair. Those holier than
us strut and stroll. Despite cat
walking, they still see us as dogs. With painted nails and four
shades of lipstick on two lips,
they walk six-inches taller. Being
taller, they look down upon the
“unsaved”. The men in suits claim to be direct protégés of
Christ and profess his counsel.
Claiming that you can’ t pray for a pauper to own a Merc if
you don’ t have one. Christians!!! What with the pretence? While
many of us squirm at the
thought of watching or making
porn, in public, Betty Kaplan, a
“Christian”, argues that porn is simply an art. An art of seeing
the human body, or bodies,
organized with finesse while
having sex. Asks she, “What could be further from
“humanity” than porn?” We have used the name of God in
vain, albeit without drastic
consequences. Calling ourselves
saved and not showing that we
are. What do we get saved
from, for those of us who are? Sorry, it is all a matter of
choice. We are what we choose
to be. While we can’ t please everyone, we can very easily piss
everyone. So, as we indulge in
our veneer pretences, or drink
ourselves silly to fit in, or smoke
to be cool and avoid the heat
of reality, or interacting with people discriminately (sic), or as
we live our parents’ dreams instead of our own, or as we
twang in Luo and Malayan
accents simultaneously….we are what we choose to be. So, still I
ask, who are you?
truly understands and knows his
deepest and true nature,
blessed is he among men, and
women. As soon as we are pulled
into this world, literally, and slapped at birth, we start
carving an identity for ourselves.
The softies cry at birth after
the slap, the hard-cores smile.
That is when we start making
milkshakes from the milk that life has to offer. As babies, at
birth, we kick and struggle to
get out of the same place we
so much will struggle to get
back in, at least in part. While
some of us are “lucky” to go back, some never do. Others
claim they like the “reverse” of nature better. The genteel and
cultured christen such with mild
sobriquets: lesbian and gay. The
truthful and judgemental of us
call them homosexuals. Asked if a
gay couple can procreate, Harvey Milk says, “We can’ t. But who knows? We keep
trying”. We are who we choose to be. Kwani jana kuliendaje? We do
not indulge in drinking for the
pleasure of it, as much as for
the approval and fitting in.
Whatever that means. Square
pegs and round holes. That is what we make of our lives when
we try to “fit in”. How many of us started drinking, and raving
and smoking and doing drugs for
the purpose of achievement? If
there is, then he must be dead
and gone. All of us, who do such,
do it for we were told it’ s “cool”. Take smoking for example, what hedonic elf lies to
our innermost souls that it is
cool? Don’ t smoke. There are cooler ways to die. But again,
the greatest of all gifts
bestowed upon man is choice.
Either the ability to discern and
be wise, or otherwise. We are
who we choose to be. Pride and prejudice. We interact
only with those of our ilk and
cadre. Those who know what
LCDs are and how plasmas
function. Those who know the
tech behind the liquid crystal and the cathode ray tube.
Those loud talkers and little of
thinkers. Those who tell us what
we want to hear and not what
is true. But again, the truth
always outs. Whether they have the candour to tell it like it is,
or are cowards who’ d rather beat around the bush than go
for the bush itself. Magellan, the
Portuguese sailor, went round
the world. While he did not
complete his circumnavigation, he
created a “truth” that most of us would rather circumvent for
the bliss of instant gratification.
The truth is, that the world is
round, and what goes around
comes around. We never know
when those who think LCDs are some sort of food or cathodes
have something to do with
Catholics will be lifted up and
become the next pope. Never
should we despise others. But
even if we do, it is our choice. We are who we choose to be. Holier than thou. Of Christianity,
salvation and ostentation. Noses
in the air. Weaves and wigs in
place of hair. Those holier than
us strut and stroll. Despite cat
walking, they still see us as dogs. With painted nails and four
shades of lipstick on two lips,
they walk six-inches taller. Being
taller, they look down upon the
“unsaved”. The men in suits claim to be direct protégés of
Christ and profess his counsel.
Claiming that you can’ t pray for a pauper to own a Merc if
you don’ t have one. Christians!!! What with the pretence? While
many of us squirm at the
thought of watching or making
porn, in public, Betty Kaplan, a
“Christian”, argues that porn is simply an art. An art of seeing
the human body, or bodies,
organized with finesse while
having sex. Asks she, “What could be further from
“humanity” than porn?” We have used the name of God in
vain, albeit without drastic
consequences. Calling ourselves
saved and not showing that we
are. What do we get saved
from, for those of us who are? Sorry, it is all a matter of
choice. We are what we choose
to be. While we can’ t please everyone, we can very easily piss
everyone. So, as we indulge in
our veneer pretences, or drink
ourselves silly to fit in, or smoke
to be cool and avoid the heat
of reality, or interacting with people discriminately (sic), or as
we live our parents’ dreams instead of our own, or as we
twang in Luo and Malayan
accents simultaneously….we are what we choose to be. So, still I
ask, who are you?
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